Young Miss (Shark Onesie) Character Design
Young Miss (Shark Onesie) character design, with a special surprise at the end.
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Time passed.
A week later.
Qin Luo walked expressionlessly down the corridor of the Frost Abyss Divine Realm.
"Master Qin."
"Mhm."
"Good morning, Master Qin."
"Mhm."
"Headmaster! I ran out of lollipops!"
"Go find Doctor Ya."
Occasionally, one or two people greeted him, but Qin Luo only responded briefly.
The reason was simple—he was here to catch someone.
He stopped before a crystal door layered with countless enchantments.
Qin Luo took a deep breath.
He raised his hand and knocked.
Inside the room.
Thick curtains blocked out the sunlight, leaving the space bathed in dim blue light.
The air was thick with the salty aroma of chips and the cloying sweetness of cola.
Colorful snack wrappers littered the floor, and the charging cable of a game controller coiled like a snake across the carpet.
Click-click-click—
Rapid button presses echoed from the center of the room.
"Hehehe..."
Su Muwan was sunk deep into a beanbag chair, wrapped in a loose blue shark onesie.
The shark's face on the hood wobbled with her movements.
She sat cross-legged, eyes glued to the TV screen, her fingers practically grinding sparks off the game controller.
"Pfft… is that all? That’s it?"
As the boss on-screen collapsed, she cheered around a mouthful of chips: "This young miss is invincible! Some 'nightmare difficulty'!"
That’s right!
From Su Muwan’s disheveled appearance, it was obvious.
These past few days, she had holed up here under the pretense of "cultivation."
In reality... she’d been lazily rotting away, binge-gaming!
Su Muwan wriggled happily, reaching for the cola bottle on the coffee table.
"Ugh..."
But after a few attempts, it was just out of reach.
Just as she was about to give up—
"Ah!"
She remembered—she could just use her spiritual energy to grab it!
She hadn’t used her powers in so long, she’d almost forgotten.
Glug-glug-glug!
"Ahhh!"
After chugging the cola for an energy boost,
she wiped her mouth and refocused on the game.
Sorry, Luo Luo, I know lying to you is wrong.
But!
This is this young miss’s version of seclusion!!
This room is covered in my own enchantments! Completely undetectable!
No one could possibly find me!
Then.
Click.
The door creaked open, a beam of light cutting through the darkness.
Qin Luo stood in the doorway, his silhouette backlit like a stern school principal.
He squinted, adjusting to the dimness, before taking in the disastrous scene.
Chip crumbs carpeted the floor, cola cans teetered like a precarious tower on the table, and the game console’s fan whirred loudly.
Meanwhile, the young miss who had declared, "Luo Luo, I’ll be in seclusion for a few days," sat with bedhead and snack crumbs stuck to her face.
Sigh...
Enough. Really, enough.
Qin Luo covered his face. He’d been a fool—an absolute fool.
To think he actually believed her "seclusion" was for cultivation.
Thinking this—
"Young. Miss."
He lowered his hand, enunciating each word as he glared at the frozen lump in the shark onesie. "This is what you call seclusion?"
"Eep!!"
Su Muwan stiffened, the controller clattering to the floor.
She turned slowly, the shark hood’s lifeless eyes staring blankly at Qin Luo before she squeaked, "...You didn’t even knock!"
"I knocked three times."
Qin Luo smiled. "But at the time, young miss, you were screaming 'DIE, TRASH' at the boss."
"......"
Su Muwan shrank guiltily, then suddenly rolled herself into a burrito with the shark onesie.
She squirmed into the corner of the couch like a salted fish, only her eyes peeking out. "This is seclusion!! Seclusion, got it?! Gaming counts! This—this is part of my duties as Realm Lord!"
She was deflecting now.
Rambling nonsense.
Scrambling for excuses.
Qin Luo sighed, strode to the window, and yanked the curtains open.
"GYAAAH! My eyes! My poor eyes!"
Su Muwan shrieked, burying her face in the shark hood. "Help!! This young miss is turning to dust!!"
Sunlight flooded the room mercilessly.
Qin Luo watched the quivering lump and found it oddly endearing—he couldn’t even muster anger.
Resigned, he walked over, grabbed the back of Su Muwan’s onesie, and hoisted her up like an unwilling cat. "Young miss, you’re not a vampire. You won’t turn to dust."
"Now, care to explain what exactly you’ve been 'cultivating' these past few days?"
Su Muwan flailed, but escape was impossible.
She peeked at Qin Luo, saw his mock-stern expression, and forced a weak laugh. "Gaming is cultivation! Look!"
She summoned a wisp of frost energy at her fingertip.
Snap! The cola can on the table froze solid. "This is... uh, micro-control training!"
"Gaming, button-mashing, screen-tapping—you get it? Finger dexterity exercises!"
Qin Luo stared at the frozen cola.
One second. Two. Three.........
Then—
Squish!
He planted a hand on Su Muwan’s head and shook her violently, his smile terrifyingly serene. "Stop making up excuses, Su Muwan!!!!"
"WAAAHHH!!!"
Moments later.
Su Muwan knelt on the couch, head bowed, looking utterly pitiful.
Qin Luo stood before her, using shadow magic to tidy the room as he lectured. "Young miss, is this any way to behave?"
"Lying to me aside—look at the state of you!"
"Skipping proper meals, wrecking your sleep schedule."
"You haven’t even bathed."
"Your hair’s a mess, your clothes are unchanged for days."
"Is this how a Realm Lord should act?"
"Weren’t you the one who vowed to 'unify the realms'? And this is what you do?"
"All-night gaming, binge-watching anime, replacing meals with snacks—the spiritual energy card’s online shopping function isn’t for this!"
Su Muwan trembled with each word.
Sniff...
Stop scolding, stop scolding, please stop scolding.
I’m sorry.
If she’d known Qin Luo would be this mad, she’d never have gone so wild.
Now you’ve done it, Su Muwan.
Qin Luo is furious.
It’s over. He’s going to abandon me.
Seeing her pitiful state, Qin Luo’s sternness wavered.
"Sigh."
He pulled out a paper bag and held it out. "Hungry? Eat breakfast first."
"Fresh honey-butter fried chicken."
Su Muwan’s nose twitched.
"And milk tea. Full sugar, extra ice."
The shark hood perked up instantly.
"If young miss washes up and changes now..."
Qin Luo shook the bag. "I’ll take you out for barbecue at noon."
Whoosh!
Su Muwan immediately looked up at Qin Luo with flickering eyes.
When she saw his smiling face, she finally burst out with a loud, teary wail: "Why couldn’t you just say that earlier!"
"It’s just Qin Luo—why do you have to be so mean to me?!"
"Don’t I have any dignity left? Waaah!!"
She threw herself into Qin Luo’s arms, sniffling and sobbing uncontrollably.
Qin Luo could hardly believe that the girl crying pitifully in his arms was the same powerhouse who had annihilated twenty-two Saint Domain lords with a single strike.
Well, what could he say?
This contrasting young mistress was just utterly adorable!
Sniffle…
Su Muwan deliberately wiped her snot on Qin Luo’s clothes, then looked up at him with reddened eyes. "This is your punishment. And I want cream puffs too."
"Alright, alright."
"Then apologize! You were way too harsh!"
"I’m sorry, young mistress. I was too harsh."
Qin Luo comforted her gently.
"See? Was that so hard? Did you really have to scold me first?"
"Now you still have to pamper me anyway!"
Su Muwan planted her hands on her hips, her smug expression returning in full force.
Qin Luo sighed and let it go.
If the young mistress was like this… well, he might as well indulge her.
(A lovely photo of the young mistress)
(Easter egg)
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
